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Arise, and make again your own:
THE BATTLE OF BEAL' AN DUINE',
No cymbal clashed, no clarion rung,
Still were the pipe and drum;
The sullen march was dumb.
Can rouse no lurking foe,
Save when they stirred the roe.
Forth from the pass in tumult driven,
The archery appear :
Are maddening in the rear.
Pursuers and pursued ;
THE BATTLE OF BEAL' AN DUINE'.
The spearmen's twilight wood ?
At once lay leveled low;
We'll quell the savage mountaineer,
We'll drive them back as tame.”
Above the tidc, each broadsword bright
Each targe was dark below ;
They hurled them on the foe.
," he cried, “ their column shake -
Upon them with the lance !”
As deer break through the broom;
They soon make lightsome room.
Where, where was Roderick then ?
Were worth a thousand men.
of fear * A Tinchell is a circle of sportsmen, who, by surrounding a great space, and gradually narrowing, bring immense cuantities of deer together.
The battle's tide was poured ;
Vanished the mountain sword.
Receives her roaring linn,
Suck the wild whirlpool in,
LXX. — THE FIELD OF WATERLOO.
Stop! for thy tread is on an empire's dust;
An earthquake's spoil is sepulchered below! Is the spot marked with no colossal bust ?
Nor column trophied for triumphal show ?
None; but the moral's truth tells simpler so.
How that red rain hath made the harvest grow!
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men :
A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when
looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell. But hush ! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell !
ye not hear it? No; 't was but the wind,
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet !
As if the clouds its echo would repeat;
Within a windowed niche of that high hall
Sat Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival,
And caught its tone with death's prophetic ear :
And when they smiled because he deemed it near,
Which stretched his father on a bloody bier,
And găthering tears, and tremblings of distress,
Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ;
And there were sudden partings, such as press
Which ne'er might be repeated : who could guess
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;
And the deep thunder, peal on peal, afar, And near, the beat of the alarming drum
Roused up the soldier ere the morning-star; While thronged the citizens, with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips, " The foe! they come ! they
Last noon beheld them full of lusty life;
Last eve, in beauty's circle, proudly gay;
The morn, the marshaling in arms
Battle's magnificently stern array !
The earth is covered thick with other clay,
LXXI. – TUBAL CAIN.
In the days when the earth was young;
And he sang,
And they sang,
The strokes of his hammer rung;
On the iron glowing clear,
For he shall be king and lord !”
As he wrought by his roaring fire;
As the crown of his heart's desire.
Till they shouted loud for glee, And
gave him gifts of pearl and gold, And spoils of the forest tree;
“ Hurra for Tubal Cain,
And hurra for the metal true!"
Ere the setting of the sun ;
For the evil he had done.
and hate, Made war upon their kind, That the land was fed with the blood they shed, And their lust for carnage
blind; And he said, “ Alas ! that ever I made,
Or that skill of mine should plan, The
spear and sword for man, whose joy
Sat brooding o'er his woe;
And his furnace smouldered low;
And a bright, courageous eye,
While the quick flames mounted high ;
handiwork!" And the fire-sparks lit the air;